Elegy Love Poems

The Mother Sun no longer embraced me
No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up
Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple
Unfurled window curtains...

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Let the rain fall, let it pour, 

Open all the windows and doors. 

Slow the footsteps around the house, 

Make all the voices quiet, just...

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                  Before my last braeth
   ...

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She slowly began to slip away, 
Then suddenly she was gone.
At 1:00 am she could not stay
And died hours before dawn. 
She died too fast...

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These are modern English translations of the "Xenia" epigrams written in collaboration by the German poets Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, plus an...

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(for CFD, 1944–2023) 

Something blinked inside my soul
I used to be half but now I’m whole
To me, the diamond ring is coal –
That’s purity of...

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Though it is time to say goodbye,
I will abide my heart and try
Not to collapse and maudlin cry,
For there is a burning need that I
Cannot...

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Written in memory of a sweet young girl 1905-1918 R.I.P. Always.
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You opened up the door to my dim crestfallen heart 
Once you stepped inside, the door slammed on you, no longer apart 
The dreary atmosphere...

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It was a cold winter day
when you slipped away
sorrow settled upon our soul
we did not want to let you go
your days were numbered
we did not...

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Snow fell softly coating the brown ground to white
hoar frost hung and decorated the trees 
sprinkles from the trees fell upon us
deep coldness of the...

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I am in my life’s October,
Where passion plays its role
And when embers of my memory stir, 
Their sparks engulf me whole.
They help me to remember,
And...

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I will love you, when love outlasts the grave;
I will mourn you, when tears drown all I have;
I will curse you, now that you're dead...

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“Dreams Coercing Memory” 

You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes 
to...

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“All that Matters” 

Heather left us today
lost poetry in music 

there she sits 
with Chopin 
at her piano
playing solitaire
for a short while
waiting 
to be collected...

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